Here’s a problem that, as we get older and our blood thins, I am certain we ALL have with our spouses. One of us likes the bedroom nice and toasty warm, while the other prefers an igloo (all that’s missing from my bedroom is the hole in the floor for some fun, recreational ice fishing!)

Lord knows I love my wife, but this is beyond ridiculous. Not only is the air conditioner set to 62 degrees, but she also has to have the ceiling fan blowing directly down on me, creating a polar vortex effect that really chaps my … lips. I sleep in a sweatshirt, sweatpants and socks under a thick blanket and shiver all night, while she’s in a nightie, uncovered, and complaining how hot it is in the room. (I thought this might have been her “changes,” but it’s been going on for decades, so… no.)

The kicker? My side of the bed is the one closest to the air conditioner!! I’ve offered — nay, BEGGED — to switch sides countless times, but she stubbornly refuses. “It’ll be better for you, hon,” I say. “Closer to the cold. You’ll be so much more comfortable!” All I hear is  “No.” (It’s hard to concentrate on the details of a conversation  when ice is starting to encase your head!) 

I am guessing the reason for her unwillingness to switch is because her side of the bed is closest to the door, so when she gets that urge at 3 a.m to do a dishwash or use her Magic Eraser on the kitchen floor, she’s being thoughtful so as not to disturb me. (Did I actually just say that??) I think it’s more about being closest to the door so if God forbid there’s a fire or something, her escape route is that much closer than mine. The upside for me? I’ll finally be warm.

But I’m glad to report that there has been a thaw in the argument and we’ve struck a compromise. She has agreed to set the air conditioner on “energy saver,”  so I at least get a few precious moments where I can lose the gloves! What did I give up? Well, because the AC now shuts periodically, the starting temperature has been lowered to a just-shy-of-balmy 59 degrees.

#marriedaf